In the heart of emerald seas, where whispers weave the trees,
A silent cry begins to rise, beneath the fading leaves.
The chainsaws hum a mournful tune, a dirge for ancient kin,
As shadows grow where light once danced, a darkened fate begins.

The canopy, a once proud shield, now pierced by human greed,
The creatures flee, their homes destroyed, a world of growing need.
The rivers choke on fallen limbs, as roots can grip no more,
The soil, now bare, cries out in pain, a landscape scarred and sore.

The lungs of Earth, once pure and clean, now gasp for breath in vain,
As smoke and ash replace the green, and life begins to wane.
The songs of birds, the rustling leaves, now echoes of the past,
A silent forest, void of life, where shadows long to last.

Yet hope remains, in seeds of change, in hearts that choose to fight,
To heal the wounds, to mend the scars, to bring back Nature’s light.
Together we can turn the tide, restore what we have lost,
For in the end, the forest’s fate is worth the highest cost.